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Our kiss deepens, her hands tangling in my hair, my hands gripping her thighs.
Every breath she takes, rubs her tight little nipples against my pecs. The heat of her skin against me turns my body into an amplifier. The air around us pulses with heat.
My cock throbs between us as her legs tighten around my waist.
Neither of us speak as the kiss turns to nips and licks. Hungry exploration, and the exchange of breath.
My hand somehow lands on my discarded wallet. Thank god.
Making room between us, but not breaking the wild tangle of our tongues, I cover myself.
She shivers below me as her fingers tighten in my hair. I break the kiss, to find her ear. My voice is all gravel, my throat tight with emotion. “Are you ready for me?”
“Always.”
Always.
Always.
I close my eyes and push against her tight slit. We both groan as I breach the narrow entrance.
But this time there’s no driving frenzy inside me to pound her. I want to take her slowly. I want to feel her. Fucking feel her skin on mine. To look in her eyes and…
Fear squeezes my heart, making my eyes slam closed.
I want her to see me.
All of me.
Every broken, dangerous, unloveable part of me.
Chapter Forty-Four
Slowly, methodically, Scout takes me. Breaks me, mends me, unravels me. Stroke by deep stroke, he presses me deep into the bed, and I collapse into myself.
Falling back. Tumbling forward. Erasing something bad.
Planting something new.
My neck arches against the bed, my breath leaves in a high pitched keen as my fingers tighten in the thick hair at his nape.
His rough palm scrapes over my nipple, then moves slowly down my body until his thumb is pressed against my clit, making a slow circle.
God.Oh god.
Coming apart.
“Memphis,” I rasp as I climb unbearably high.
I don’t even feel him shift away from me, I’m spiraling toward oblivion, burning bright as a rocket.
“Babe, open your eyes.”
I flutter them open and find him above me, braced on one muscular arm, his chest glistening, his expression fierce. “Give me your orgasm.”
I have no idea what he means, until it hits me. Until my release crashes into me. Drags me under and flings me to a place I’ve never been.
I scream, raw and primal, the sound wrenching from my soul as I hold my eyes wide open, with our gazes locked.
